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When I quaff the sparkling wine, And my locks with roses twine, Then I praife life's rural scene, Sweet, fequefter'd, and ferene. When I fink the bowl profound, Richeft fragrance flowing round, And fome lovely nymph detain, Venus then infpires the strain.

When from goblets deep and wide I exhauft the generous tide, All my foul unbends-1 play Gamefome with the young and gay. When the foaming bowl I drain, Real bleffings are my gain; Biefings which my own I call: Death is common to us all.

ODE XL.

CUPID WOUNDED.

ONCE as Cupid, tir'd with play,
On a bed of rofes lay,

A rude bee that flipt unseen,
The fweet-breathing buds between,
Stang his finger, cruel chance!
With its little pointed lance.
Strait he fills the air with cries,
Weeps, and fobs, and runs, and flies;
Till the god to Venus came,
Lovely laughter-loving dame;
Then he thus began to plain;
"Oh! undone-I die with pain-
"Dear mamma, a ferpent fmall,
"Which a bee the ploughmen call,

"Imp'd with wings, and arm'd with dart,
"Oh-has ftung me to the heart."
Venus thus reply'd, and fmil'd;

Dry thofe tears, for fhame! my child;
If a bee can wound fo deep,

Casing Cupid thus to weep,

Thirk, O think! what cruel pains
He that's flung by thee fuftains.'

ODE XLI.

THE BANQUET OF WINE.

Now let us gaily drink, and join To celebrate the god of wine, Eachus, who taught his jovial throng The dance, and patroniz'd the fong; It heart, in foul, with love the fame, The favourite of the Cyprian dame. Revelry he nam'd his heir; The graces are his daughters fair : Saltefs in Lethe's lake he fteeps;

Solicitude before him fleeps.

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WHEN Bacchus, jolly god, invites, In fprightly dance my heart delights; When with blithe youths I drain the bowl, The lyre can harmonize my foul: But when, indulging amorous play I frolic with the fair and gay, With hyacinthine chaplet crown'd, Then, then the fweeteft joys abound; My honeft heart nor envy bears, Nor envy's poifon'd arrows fears; By rankling malice never ftung, I fhun the venom-venting tongue. And at the jovial banquet hate to Contentions, battles, and debate: When to the lyre's melodious found With Phyllis in the dance I bound, The blooming fair, the filver lyre, Should only dance and love infpire: Then let us país life's peaceful day In mirth and innocence away.

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ODE XLIII.

THE GRASHOPPER.

THEE, fweet grafhopper, we call
Happieft of infects all,

Who from Ipray to spray canst skip,
And the dew of morning fip:
Little fips inipire to fing;
Then thour't happy as a king.
All, whatever thou canft fee,
Herbs and flowers belong to thee;
All the various seasons yield,
All the produce of the field.
Thou, quite innocent of harm,
Lov ft the farmer and the farm;
Singing fweet when fummer's near,
Thou to all mankind art dear;
Dear to all the tuneful nine

Seated round the throne divine;
Dear to Phoebus, god of day,
He infpir'd thy sprightly lay,
And with voice melodious bleft,
And in vivid colours dreft,
Thou from spoil of time art free;
Age can never injure thee.
Wifeft daughter of the earth!
Fond of fong, and full of mirth;

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Free from flesh, exempt from pains, No blood riots in thy veins;

To the bleft I equal thee;

Thou'rt a demi-deity.

ODE XLIV.

THE DREAM.

I DREAM'D that late I pinions wore,
And swiftly feem'd through air to foar;
Me fleeter Cupid quick as thought,
Purfu'd, and in an inftant caught,
Though at his feet hung weights of lead :
What can this vifion mean, I faid?
Its myftic fenfe I thus explain;

I who ere while have worn the chain
Of many 3 fair-one for a day,
Then flung the flowery band away,
Am now involv'd and fetter'd fast
In links that will for ever laft.

ODE XLV.

By another Hand.

CUPID'S DARTS.

As the god of manual arts
Forg'd at Lemnos miffile darts,
Darts of fteel for Cupid's bow,
Source of joy, and fource of woe;
Venus, faft as Vulcan wrought,
Ting'd them in a honey'd draught:
But her fon in bitter gall

Ting'd them, doubly-ting'd them all.
Here, releas'd from wars alarms,
Enters the fierce god of arms;
Whether led by will or chance,
Here he shakes his weighty lance.
Cupid's fhafts with feornful eyes
Strait he views, and ftrait decries;

This is flight, and that a toy,
Fit for children to employ."
Thefe (faid Cupid) I admit
Toys indeed, for children fit:
But, if I divine aright,
Take it-

this is not fo flight."
Mars receives it; Venus fmiles
At her fon's well-feafon'd wiles.
Mars with fudden pain poffelt,
Sighs from out his inmoft breaft:

Cupid, you aright divine, "Not fo flight this fhaft of thine; "Small of fize but ftrong of make! "Take it I have try'd it-take." No, reply'd the wanton boy, Keep it, Mars, 'tis but a toy.'

ODE XLVI.

THE POWER OF GOLD..

Love's a pain that works our woe;
Not to love, is painful too :
But, alas the greatest pain
Waits the love that meets difdain.

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Of arms, and heroes flain in fight:

Let it play no conquests here,

Or conquests only o'er the fair!

Boy, reach that volume-book divine: The ftatutes of the god of wine:

He, legiflator, ftatutes draws.
And I, his judge. enforce his laws;
And, faithful to the weighty trust,
Compel his votaries to be juft;
Thus, round the bowl impartial flies,
Till to the sprightly dance we rife;
We frisk it with a lively bound,
Charm'd with the lyre's harmonious found;
Then pour forth, with an heat divine,
Rapturous fongs that breathe of wine.

ODE XLIX.

By another Hand.

TO A PAINTER.

WHILE you my lyre's foft numbers hear, Ingenious painter, lend an ear,

And, while it charms your ravish'd heart, Difplay the wonders of your art.

First draw a nation blithe and gay, Laughing and fporting life away; Let them in sprightly dances bound, While their thrill pipes the Baccha found;

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And, if you can perfe&tion give,
Bid every breathing figure live:
And then, left life infipid prove,
To make them happy, bid them love.

ODE L.

By Dr. Broome.

THE HAPPY EFFECTS OF WINE.

Ser fee! the jolly god appears,
His hand a mighty goblet bears;
With fparkling wine full charg'd it flows,
The fov'reign cure of human woes

Wine gives a kind release from care,
And courage to fubdue the fair;
Inftructs the cheerful to advance,
Harmonious in the fprightly dance.
Hail, goblet, rich with generous wines !

See round the verge a vine-branch twines. See how the mimic clusters rell,

As ready to refil the bowl.

Wine keeps its happy patients free
From every painful malady;
Our best physician all the year;
Thus guarded, no difeafe we fear,
No troublesome disease of mind
Until another year grows kind,

And loads again the fruitful vine,

And brings again our health-new wine.

ODE LI.

By another Hand.

ON A DISK, REPRESENTING VENUS.

RARE artist, whose inventive skill
Could this orb with wonders fill!
Where the mimic ocean glides
Soft with the well diffembled tides;
The waves feem floating, and above
Shines the beauteous queen of love :
The workman's fancy mounted high,
And ftole th' idea from the sky.
Transporting fight!-the waves conceal
But what 'twere impious to reveal!
She, like fome flower all bloffom'd gay;
Shines along the fmiling way.
The amorous waters, as the fwims,
Crowd to embrace her fnowy limbs;
Then, proudly fwelling to be preft,
Beneath her (nowy fragrant breast,
Ambitiously uprife on high,
And lift the goddess to the sky:
And, while her lucid limbs they lave,
She brightens the tranfparent wave;
So violets enlighten'd glow,
Surrounded by the lily's fnow.

But fee! a lovely fmiling train,
Confpicuous o'er the limpid main,
The queen attends! in triumph moves
Gay Cupid with his laughing loves.
On dolphins borne, in fate they ride,
And beautify the filver tide;
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ily through wine the old advance, And doubly tremble in the dance:

In fancy'd youth they chant and play, Forgetful that their locks are gray.

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Through wine the youth completes his loves; He haunts the filence of the groves:

Where stretch'd beneath th' embowering shade He fees fome love-infpiring maid;

On beds of rofy fweets the lies,

Inviting fleep to clofe her eyes:

Faft by her fide his limbs he throws,

Her hand he preffes-breathes his vows;
And cries," My love, my foul, comply
"This inftant, or alas I die."
In vain the youth perfuafion tries!
In vain!-her tongue at least denies :
Then, fcorning death through dull defpair,
He ftorms th' unwilling willing fair;
Bleffing the grapes that could difpenfe
The happy, happy impudence.

ODE LIII.

By Dr. Broome.

THE ROSE.

COME, lyrift, tune thy harp, and play
Refponfive to my vocal lay;
Gently touch it, while I fing
The rofe, the glory of the spring.

To heaven the rofe in fragrance flies,
The sweeteft incenfe of the fkies.

Thee, joy of earth, when vernal hours
Pour forth a blooming wafle of flowers,
The gaily fmiling graces wear

A trophy in their flowing hair:
Thee Venus, queen of beauty, loves,

And, crown'd with thee, more graceful moves-
In fabled fong, and tuneful lays,
Their favourite rofe the mufes praise :
To pluck the rose the virgin train
With blood their pretty fingers ftain;

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Nor dread the pointed terrors round,
That threaten and inflict a wound:
See! how they wave the charming toy,
Now kifs, now fnuff the fragrant joy.
The rofe the poets ftrive to praise,
And for it would exchange their bays;
O! ever to the sprightly feaft
Admitted, welcome, pleasing gueft!
But chiefly when the goblet flows,
And rofy wreaths adorn our brows!
Lovely fmiling rofe, how fweet
All objects where thy beauties meet l
Aurora, with a blushing ray,
And rofy fingers, spreads the day :
The graces more enchanting fhow,
When rofy blufhes paint their fnow;
And every pleas'd beholder feeks
The rofe in Cytherea's cheeks.

When pain afflicts, or fickness grieves,
Its juice the drooping heart relieves;
And, after death, its odours fhed
A pleafing fragrance o'er the dead;
And when its withering charms decay,
And finking, fading, die away,
Triumphant o'er the rage of time,
It keeps the fragrance of its prime.

Come, lyrift, join to fing the birth
Of this sweet offspring of the earth!

When Venus from the ocean's bed
Rais'd o'er the waves her lovely head;
When warlike Pallas fprung from Jove,
Tremendous to the powers above,
To grace the world the teeming earth
Gave the fragrant infant birth;

And, "This," the cry'd, "I this ordain
"My favourite, queen of flowers to reign."

But first, th' aflembled gods debate
The future wonder to create ;

Agreed at length, from heaven they threw
A drop of rich nectareous dew:
A bramble-stem the drop receives,
And ftrait the rofe adorns the leaves.

The gods to Bacchus gave the flower,
To grace him in the genial hour.

ODE LIV.

By Dr. Broome.

GROWN YOUNG.

WHEN fprightly youth my eyes furvey,
I too am young, and I am gay;
In dance my active body swims,
And sudden pinions lift my limbs.

Hafte, crown, Cybeba, crown my brows,
With garlands of the fragrant rofe!
Hence, hoary age!-I now am young,
And dance the mirthful youths among.

Come then, my friends, the goblet drain! Bleft juice!-I feel thee in each vein ! See how with active bounds I fpring! How ftrong, and yet how sweet I fing!

How bleft am I, who thus excel Ta pleafing arts of trifling well

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ODE LV. By Dr. Broome.

THE MARK.

THE ftately fteed expreffive bears
A mark imprinted on his hairs:
The turban, that adorns the brows
Of Afia's fons, the Parthian fhows:
And marks betray the lover's heart,
Deeply engrav'd by Cupid's dart:
I plainly read them in his eyes,
That look too foolish, or too wife.

ODE I.VI.

By Dr. Broome.

OLD AGE.

ALAS! the powers of life decay!
My hairs are fall'n, or turn'd to gray;
The fmiling bloom, and youthful grace,
Is banish'd from my faded face :
Thus man beholds, with weeping eyes,
Himself half-dead before he dies.

For this, and for the grave I fear,
And pour the never-ceafing tear :
A dreadful profpect ftrikes my eye,
I foon muft ficken, foon muft die.

For this the mournful groan I fhed,
I dread-alas! the hour I dread !
What eye can stedfastly survey
Death, and its dark tremendous way?
For foon as fate has clos'd our eyes,
Man dies for ever, ever dies!
All pale, all fenfelefs in the urn!
Never, ah! never to return.

ODE LVII.

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THAT WE SHOULD DRINK WITH MODERATION.

BRING hither, boy, a mighty bowl,

And let me quench my thirsty foul;

Fill two parts water, fill it high,
Add one of wine, for I am dry:
Thus let the limpid ftream allay
The jolly god's too potent fway.

Quick, boy, difpatch-My friends, no more,
Thus let us drinking rant and roar;
Such clamorous riot better fuits
Unpolish'd Scythia's barbarous brutes:
Let us, while mufic tunes the foul,
Mix temperance in the friendly bowl.

ODE LVIII.

THE LOVE-DRAUGHT.

As late of flow'rets fresh and fair
I wove a chaplet for my hair,
Beneath a rofe, gay fummer's pride,
The wanton god of love I fpy'd,
I feiz'd him, refolute of foul,
And plung'd him in my flowing bowl,
Refolv'd to have a draught divine,
And fairly fwallow'd him in wine:
E'er fince his fluttering wings impart
Strange titillations to my heart.

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ODE LIX.

TO A SCORNFUL BEAUTY.

Way thus with fcornful look you fly,
Wild Thracian filly, tell me why?
Think'st thou that I no fkill poffefs,
And want both courage and addrefs?
Know, that whenever I think fit
To tame thee with a galling bit,
Juft where i pleafe, with tighten'd rein,
I'll urge thee round the dusty plain,
Now on the flowery turf you feed,

Or lightly bound along the mead,

So wild, fo wanton, and untry'd,

You want fome youth to mount and ride.

ODE LX.

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EPITHALAMIUM ON THE MARRIAGE OF STRATO

CLES AND MYRILLA.

VENUS, fair queen of gods above,
Cupid thou mighty power of love,
And Hymen bland, by heaven defign'd
The fruitful fource of human kind:
To you, as to the lyre I fing,

Flows honour from the founding ftring;
Propitious to the numbers prove,
O, Venus, Hymen, god of love.
View, gentle youth, with rapture view
This blooming bride, ordain'd for you:
Rife quick, and feast on all her charms,
Left, like a bird, fhe fly your arms.
O happy youth! by Venus bleft,
But happier on Myrilla's breast:

See how the fair-one, fweetly coy,

All foft confufion, meets the joy, Blooming as health, fresh as May-flowers, And bright as radiant noon-tide hours.' Of all the flowers upon the plains, The rofe unmatch'd in beauty reigns; Myrilla thus in charms excells, She thines the rofe among the belles. 0 may, bleft youth, the god of day The pleafing toils of love furvey; And may a beauteous blooming boy Crown your foft vows with lafting joy!

ODE LXI.

ON GOLD.

WHEN gold, that fugitive unkind,
With pinions fwifter than the wind,
Flies from my willing arms away,
(For gold with me will never ftay)
With careless eyes his flight I view,
Who would perfidious foes purfue?
When from the glittering mischief free,
What mortal can compare with me?
All my inquietudes of mind

I give to murmur with the wind:
Love (weetly tunes my melting lyre
To tender notes of foft defire.

But when the vagrant finds I burn With rage, and fight him in his turn,

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He comes, my quiet to destroy,
With the mad family of joy :
Adieu to love, and foft defire!
He steals me from my foothing lyre.
O faithlefs gold! thou dear deceit !
Say, wilt thou ftil my fancy cheat?
This lute far fweeter tranfport brings,
More pleafing thefe love warbled itrings;
For thou with envy and with wiles
Me of my dearest love beguiles,
Dashing the cup of fweet defire,
And robb'ft me of my golden iyre.
Then, for with me thou wilt not stay,
To faithlefs Phrygians speed'it away,
Proud and affiduous to pieafe

Those fons of perfidy and ease.

Me from the mufe thou would'st detain,
But all thy tempting arts are vaiu;
Ne'er fhall my voice forget to fing,

Nor this right hand to touch the ftring:
Away to other climes! Farewell!-

Leave me to tune the vocal shell.

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